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Itās really hard being a humiliation loving CQ.
When a girl wants to fuck your husband and tells you she could have him if she wants him, youāre torn. The humiliation side of you loves this, but the reality, makes you angry.
Maybe you know itās not true, but the fact that she actually believes this, rubs you wrong. All the terrible situations seem sexy and ideal, until you realize she isnāt playing a part.
I learned this in one of our last experiences. Her sneaky and superior attitude were such a turn on that I let it continue, knowing it would ultimately cause actual issues. Tumblr portrayed CQ experiences are so much different than actual ones, I think theyāre absolutely capable of working but the mental fortitude of the cuckquean would have to be bulletproof.
Iām thankful for all the amazing CQ tumblrs that give real advice, because I think anyone interested in this kink should know the mental capacity required. You canāt just think you arenāt jealous and setup to have your bf/husband fuck a girl without preparing yourself for the plethora of emotions you are bound to experience. And although these emotions get easier, I havenāt found them to completely go away yet. When we first started I would have mini-breakdowns, emotional fits that would erupt and made me want to scream, cry, run away. When these emotions came to a head, the storm would shift, negative emotions would dissolve into arousal. Each and every encounter Iāve experienced this, but each time the shift would come sooner than before. My last experience was almost instant, I had a slight moment of regret but before the storm could fully form clouds, I was aroused and the storm was gone.
I think itās important to not skips steps on the ladder when youāre first starting out. Minimize these storms, but also trust your gut instinct if the feelings are persistent. The order of operations for us was:
Husband talks to girls through text
Goes and meets girl
Has sex with girl
Sex in our home, out of sight, with girl (I can only hear)
I watch him sex with girl
I participate
Although 5 & 6 happened the same night, I still had a tiny moment of uncertainty.
If I would have skipped to step 5 I probably would have had a cosmic meltdown that I would later apologize for when I realized how arousing it was. I wanted to minimize apologies and meltdowns.
Itās also okay if you donāt want to participate, I would rather just watch or listen, or have him do it elsewhere and Iām very vocal with my husband with what Iām okay with at the tjme. Itās okay to not feel ok with something, and to later feel ok and want something, and alternatively itās ok to think your ok with something and not want to do it again. My husband is a great listener, and I act as his adviser, he knows I only have our familyās well being in mind. I can be catty, I can be unreasonable and I vocally express when i realize I am, this validates my feelings to myself, and my husband.
Expect a lot of talks. Communication is key, and admitting when youāre being unreasonable or jealous is important because being hot and cold without explanation is confusing to men. Iām still learning to let emotions simmer before making decisions. You have to give yourself time to filter out what is jealousy, anger, a bad moment, frustration, and even shock before you make big declarations. I advise my husband but I always give him the authority to do what he wants. The fact that he takes my advice and honest emotions to heart, shows me I can trust him, and that we are on the same page.
I frequently send anonymous questions to CQ bloggers for their input. These other blogs with amazing advice help me feel more grounded and less alone, I love getting their input because I realize they have been doing it longer, they have the experience and often times I tell my husband āI wish there was a big group of CQ women, we would sit down and have coffee or tea and pick each others brains and get advice that only other CQs could giveā. I think it would be amazing! The psychology of a CQ still blows my own mind, and as I experience things, Iām impressed with my own mental growth. CQ women have to be so self aware, and brutally honest with our partners and ourselves, realizing and calling ourselves out. This isnāt the lifestyle for pride or anyone who has issues admitting when theyāre wrong.
The truth is that being a CQ and being in that relationship can be an amazing experience, but donāt think it couldnāt ruin your relationship/marriage. If you donāt communicate and you arenāt honest, you could cause a lot of damage to yourself, and anyone else involved.
Be safe and responsible, mind your priorities, and decipher fantasy from reality. No one else is going to care about your marriage/relationship/family as much as you and your significant other/spouse. And you might happen upon that real home wrecker who will test the bonds of your marriage, and without communication you wonāt be ready or even aware.
And yet it remains Itās my humiliation fantasy to find someone my husband loves to fuck behind my back, and in plain view. His heart and love will always be mine but Iād love for his dick to belong to someone else and for him to tell me such. My ultimate goal is a life of chastity, I feel like my mental capacity has upgraded to this point, and now itās all I want.
What tangled webs we weave š
Daddyās New Friend! Part-1
So daddy is talking to a new girl, he gave me his phone to show me a photo he sent her, and while looking, she sent him a photo, and without thinking I yelled āWOO HOO PRETTY GIRLā and then typed and sent pretty much that without realizing it wasnāt my phone. Lol her pretty face took me by surprise!
This girl is different, aside from being beautiful, curvy and soft looking, she also seems so level headed and honest. Itās so hard for me after the last incident, but Iām having trouble not just loving her persona through texts with my husband. She reminds me of girls in high school that were so pretty that you were shocked to learn they were sweet and would tell you in the nicest way that toilet paper was stuck to your shoe, and your new glasses were cool, and 9th grade was NOT too old for hello kitty anything!
Iām also terrified, the last girl my husband met would message me in the friendliest manner, turn around and tell my husband how much better he could do.
One night my husband worked late and stopped to drop her by some coffee, he didnāt want the dinner I made at 5pm so he made ramen for himself. When she asked what he ate for dinner, and he told her Ramen, she lost her mind and even offered to make him something if he came back over. The next day when she asked me what I made I told her Taco Salad but my husband chose ramen, she acted like it was no big deal, but then went into what a terrible wife I am for letting him eat ramen.
She constantly told me how to treat my husband, donāt do this, do that, he likes this, not that. She would ask what his favorite movies or books, colors, etc and then invite him over for those things. She even tried to implant the idea that I called her job and filed a complaint on her, even though I didnāt know where she lived or worked.
The pretty girl my husband talks to now seems different and Iām completely captivated by just how amazing she seems as a person. I am an open book, Iāve been cuckqueaning for almost 15 years, in HS I would let my best friends have sex with my boyfriend while I watched finding Nemo or played Mario kart, it felt normal and fun for everyone, the humiliation took shape many years later. I wasnāt turned on my my bf and other women, I wasnāt against it, but I wasnāt turned on. Now I realize it was because I didnāt really watch, I didnāt notice his face expressions, new ones I hadnāt seen before, they could make him mutter words under his breath that he never did with me. The house could be on fire and Iām not sure he would have stopped pumping. The humiliation developed earlier this year when my husband confessed to wanting someone new, pretty, tighter.
Now itās hard being into humiliation because sometimes terrible people come into our lives and the wife in me wants them to go away but the humiliation in me wants them to steal my husband. I have to balance them and understand their reality and mine are different. I dont really want someone to pretend to be my friend and steal my husband. I knew my husband wouldnāt go, but why would I act ok with it? Because I was living out a fantasy, but she was not, stealing him was her real objective. Iām almost embarrassed to say how much that hurt, I knew maybe she wasnāt my real friend, but her stories touched me as a woman and mother. Her hard life, though much more difficult than mine, did make me feel a connection. But after it was supposed to be over she texted my husband about fucking behind my back, when he asked her ā I thought you two were friendsā she responded ā I like her, but not enough to let you goā and continued trying to set times and dates while asking me to leave my house because I deserved away time.
So as Iām slowly letting my guard down, I find myself wanting to reach out to this new pretty girl. My husband being so new to the lifestyle and me living it for half my life, I want to be sure she feels good about it, and knows Iām aware, I want her to know that Iām here if she has questions, and Iām so excited to answer them! I donāt want her to feel pressured or expected to be or do anything. Iād like to have one of those friendships that continue on, even if sex didnāt. Even in relationships or romances she could stop by for Netflix and cookies, not feel pressured, but know things could go wherever she wanted them to, sexually with my husband, me, both, or just none at all. Ladies choice.
But also that I not so secretly want to watch my husbands eyes roll back as she touches him, Iām giddy with excitement watching from afar trying so hard not to be creepy lol
But I canāt make promises because I do like to watch, I do like to feel inferior, and then I do like to be forced to leave the room. Like a little pet watching with delight, a little jealousy for both of them, but ultimately intoxicated by their body chemistry. She seems ethereal and Iām almost convinced I made her up in my subconscious to make up for our last terrible experience. Some fight club twist lol
I want to tread lightly, watch for the warnings, and be prepared to show my kitty cat claws. But there hasnāt been any warnings, and my kitty claws make small pinholes in daddyās pants as I rest my head in his lap making little biscuits and purring to myself as he messages her. Torn between sweet and dirty thoughts, I keep them to myself, hoping in silence sheās as great as she seems. My optimistic side runs wild, my dirty girl side is rampant, and still remind myself and daddy that what she feels matters as much as what I feel. No need to rush, no expectations, just knowing her seems to make him happy, and seeing him happy and a msg here and there to reassure me she isnāt going to spit on me unless I ask, has made me happy and squirmy as well.
If this is a dream, a coping mechanism, or a mirage, leave me be. I need more of this positivity.
Look how happy she is!
Of course she is thrilled, she is owned, she is in her place, she even has been gifted with her own cage. She has not a reason in the world to feel anything but happiness.
Iām a Quean not The Queen-part 3
Initiating humiliation mode. My husband has actively avoided humiliating me too badly, itās sweet because he says itās almost too hard because of my cute face. But I crave it so much, I humiliate myself. He sometimes sends me pictures of his girlfriends pussies, just to show me how nice they are, I tell myself itās so I can know how much NICER they are than mine.
I purposely donāt shave my Pussy
I bear down during sex to make it looser
Iāll eat junk food to gain a few lbs
Iāll do almost anything to help my husband want to be with someone prettier, thinner, tighter. Even so itās been hard to help remind him there are prettier better women, and I crave the humiliation so much.
Yesterday I sent my husband a comparison shot of his playthings pussy and mine. We talked about it and why it turns me on so much, I even showed him how wet I got, but I still didnāt think he understood.
She started talking to him on the sly again, being friendly to me (so odd after our last convo) she was sending me funny photos and at the same time texting my husband telling him how much she needed to fuck him. So scandalous, my husband wouldnāt show me any of the texts š I loved where it was going because she would spam me with a bunch of photos like āhere wife look at these while I try to convince your husband into coming over & fucking meā
She has a coffee date with my husband that is supposed to be āa secretā. She told me she had work at noon and told my husband 4, I knew she had something planned. I mayyyy have stirred the pot a little to help ease the humiliation. I told my husband someone proposed to her, he spun it as if she was engaged. She knew instantly I was behind it and when I thought she would finally back down, my husband finally hit his humiliation trigger and now Iām soaking wet. He called me mins later to say āso Iām on my way to get coffeeā
Disclaimer: this woman is very well aware he is married, she knows we are in love, she knows he isnāt leaving, sheās just incredibly jealous. Iāve blocked out names š¤«
Youāre so beautiful when youāre scared⦠šš
No, no I wonāt mind. At. All.
I would be disappointed if he didnāt!